Doomsday Preppers is a TV show on National Geographic that follows a company in Texas that builds underground shelters. Here’s what the National Geographic website says:
Doomsday Preppers explores the lives of otherwise ordinary Americans who are preparing for the end of the world as we know it. Unique in their beliefs, motivations, and strategies, preppers will go to whatever lengths they can to make sure they are prepared for any of life’s uncertainties. And with our expert’s assessment, they will find out their chances of survival if their worst fears become a reality.
I’ve only seen the show once, and then not the entire show. Mike turned it on just flipping through the channels. At first, I laughed. I thought these people were crazy. There were people who wanted a shelter that would withstand attacks from zombies. (No, seriously.) There were people who wanted a shelter for storms and tornadoes. There was even one guy who wanted an entire underground house for his family of four that would hold food and supplies for up to two years – complete with electricity, fresh air and plumbing.
After about 15 minutes…I wasn’t laughing. I no longer thought the people were crazy…I thought they were brilliant. Preparing for a zombie attack? Genius! Why don’t we have a bunker? We should definitely get a bunker. And store some water. And some guns.
In fact, not only was I convinced we needed a bunker, I was pretty sure zombies were about to knock on the door and nuclear weapons were going to descend on us at any moment. And, if the zombies and bombs didn’t get us the looters and pillagers would.
Mike noticed I was taking the show a bit too seriously and said, “I think we should turn this off before you decide to buy a bunker.”
So what was it that made me suddenly believe in the zombie apocalypse? Well, I have a theory…motherhood. You heard me. Motherhood made me crazy. Motherhood made me fear plagues, home invaders, freak accidents and zombies. Was it the extreme hormonal imbalance that occurs during pregnancy? Was it the sleep deprivation that occurred during the first (many) months after my precious baby’s birth? Was it simply the weight of responsibility that parents carry? What made me just as crazy as the people featured on Doomsday Preppers?
I don’t really know the exact cause. But perhaps a more important question is – am I the only who feels this way? I’m pretty sure I’m not alone. Based on conversations with friends, I’m not the only one with ridiculous, irrational, illogical fears. I think laughter helps. Admitting your craziness and learning of others’ craziness at least lets you know you’re not alone – and if you can laugh at yourself and at your friends, all the better.
So, my question for you – is there something you fear or something you worry about that only started after you had children? What do you think is the cause of this mommy-craziness?